Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

"The girl has a point, Jose," said Rowena, swallowing the blueberry as if she's just devouring the tip of a dick.

"Now back off 'cause this is a ladies' night!" Melissa shoved the poor young man away from our table.

I watched Jose walk away with his ass swaying like a Victoria's Secret Angel, making me think whether he's a straight man or is he looking for straight men...

story?"

'God, he could be a gay-

Rowena giggled as she finished the last of her blueberry milkshake.

"What about you, Elaine?" Rowena put down the sweating glass of shake. "What's your

My mouth fell open, only to realize no words came out from it. "Well...mine's not that depressing as yours, Rowena."

"But it's still depressing?" Melissa arched a brow in question.

I gave them both a simple nod while fixing my seat. "I was adopted by the Rutherford family, from a blazing orphanage that only I survived..."

"That's already depressing." I heard Melissa murmur but I just ignored it.

"But I was so young back then. And from the time I started to mutter a few words, I always thought I was the eldest Rutherford child-that I am not a daughter of foreign blood." "But you are." Rowena stood and sat beside me. Her body is a warm wall as I leaned my head, and cried.

I just cried. I just let my tears freely flow from my eyes as I told them my story.

As I told them my first ever babysitting job I got when I was eleven, my very first kiss, the every fight me and my mother quarrel about which is about me going to college and spending my savings for a goddamn course that she said I wasn't fit for. I told them about Jordan and my job at Maine, my first sex and the first time I feel liberated and unchained from the so-called family who adopted me.

Minutes turned to hours as I just narrated my heart-wrenching story. Melissa and Rowena just vivaciously listen to my whine and tales, my rant and my longings.

"And the very day that we moved in Melissa's house was also the last moment I was treated as a slave for I may be a sacrifice to a wolf-shifting dude but, at least here in Stella's Soul, I have that one thing I was never able to have back when I was with the Rutherfords." "And what is that?" Melissa softly asked.

    "Freedom."

  Rowena smiled. I grinned back. Melissa's jovial expression just remained.

; And so three women clinked their wine glasses in cheers and celebration when midnight struck.

"We are not just here to serve as baby makers then..." Melissa stroked her belly where Jason's heir is curling inside her womb.

"We have been chosen by the Trinity Goddess," Rowena paused as she raised her glass of champagne higher. "To love and to hold our husbands_"

"In sickness and in health," Melissa stood as well.

"Until death do us part..." I breathed in the cold, midnight breeze as the three of us looped the hands that hold the glasses and drank from it.

***

I did not know when Tyler arrived.

I just found him lying beside me in the golden bed, shirtless and with unbuckled pants. "Ehem!" I cleared my throat, hoping to wake the sleeping dog.

  Tyler is in his wolf form. I even mistook him for Pegasus, the Silver Pack's white- furred wolf pet.

I don't even know why werewolves have pets. Imagine a dog having a pet dog. It's just like Mickey Mouse having Ratatouille as a pet.

  "Ehem!!" I narrowed my eyes as I realized that Tyler's holding Taylor-no, not holding. He was hugging the wolf stuff toy.

"EHEM!!!" But the Stormbringer, whose breath reek of alcohol, just snored in answer.

I didn't try so much as clear my throat for the fourth time. This queen-size bed of gilded shade used to be big for me. But with Tyler's wolf form, only a quarter of it remained mine. The rest was occupied by the sleeping white demon of a dog.

I called him a demon. Not because Tyler's evil, but because his presence makes me do all the wicked things and think of all the immoral actions one could ever think of. One of which is by rocking on top of him while he sleeps.

  And it is pretty much disgusting and alluring for me at the same time.

He yawned and, in a sudden blinding light, he shifted to his naked human form. Which makes me mused if he really is sleeping or do they need to be awake to shift?

  Rowena told me that these werewolves shift naked to become a wolf and also shift back to their human form unclothed.

It's interesting when Tyler and me are alone. But what if I walk in the city with Tyler in

his snow-colored furs and tell him to shift in front of me?

The girls, women, and ladies might have squeaked when they saw Tyler shirtless, how much more when he's not wearing his pants and underwear?

  Either way, I won't let that happen. I will only allow my fiancé to stand shirtless and brief-less in front of me, no one else.

I reached a hand at his bluish-black hair, ruffling it softly and touching it gently. "This is getting boring," I murmured as I lay down, facing the mirror ceiling. I stared at the reflection of the sleeping Tyler while hugging Taylor and me-an inch away from falling from this shining, shimmery bed.

I must let Tyler wake up and leave my bed, because this is only good for one, for me. That's why it's called queen-sized: because it's only fit for a queen. Like me.

  I saw my eyeliner in the mirror near the hidden closet. It's beckoning me to do something hilarious that will wake Tyler up.noveldrama

As I tiptoed towards my eyeliner, I watched my body in the mirror, covered in a rose-gold nightgown and smiled.

  "This is going to be outrageously fun!" I purred.